Thalia rode into the studio holding imaginary reins. She wore Typist’s old riding helmet and nickered at her make-believe mare. “Yesterday’s long, steady rain watered the garden, the grass, and Paintist’s experiments.”
“It’s been almost a decade since we trotted around a paddock.” Calliope gazed through the window at a horse farm in the distance.
“Today we’re dusting off golf clubs.” Nia’s pretend swing didn’t look half bad. “Par 3 course with Donna. Isn’t it wonderful that Drawist has reconnected with her friend?”
“Beauteous…” Thalia called as she galloped off toward the pantry.
“Scrumptious.” Calliope packed up brushes and pencils.
“Getting there,” said Nia, who added the most recent trio-visual to today’s love letter.
Words from Typist:
For several years I took dressage riding lessons from a friend who owned horses — Barnaby and Jazz. As often happens, circumstances intervened. The horses moved stables. Their owner started a small business and had less time available. Life moved in new directions for both of us. We’ve lost touch, but typing this paragraph is just the spur I need to send her a hello message… I could paint a horse card! And, send a note of gratitude for the learning we shared.
I’m sharing a link to a favorite video about horses and communication.
This morning’s walk/weather/birdsong put me in mind of it.
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